There is a special place in my heart for train stations. I could easily spend several hours getting lost in the movement and variety of life. An intersection of countless lives which collide and drift apart endlessly. What is a daily commute or a means to reach an end for most is a flourishing hot spot for life and activity that never ceases to inspire me.
Kyoto Station was a massive interchange to explore and late one night we wandered beyond the turnstiles to find a sparse platform begging for a quick photo. Looking back on the image now I catch myself coming up with stores for those waiting patently for a train to arrive. A modest moment, sure, but one that I found myself getting lost in this evening, two years later. I thought surely there are others here that may enjoy it as well.